So, my friends have a game they like to play called Give Emily Booze and Have Her Draw Things. This is how the world has ended up with such glorious pieces as “Fox That Is Also A Helicopter Rescuing A One-Legged Prostitute From A Burning Whorehouse” and “Abraham Lincoln Not Letting William Howard Taft Join Him And His Ladies In The Hot Tub, Because He Will Get Stuck.” I recently received such a request by email, and unaccompanied by booze, but it was too good to pass up. Behold “Fat T. Rex With A Top Hat, Monocle and Suit, Stomping A House, With A 747 In His Hand.” (Click to embiggen.)

Irish Breakfast.

A webcomicblogdiarything. By Emily. It gets its name from my two favorite beverages (tea and tea with whiskey in it), excesses of which lead to the adventures recorded in the comics. Slightly more detail is here. Or, just start from the very beginning.